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Chapter 334

When the slogan "Brother Xinqiu, revive in situ" resounded through the sky, there was a clatter in the background: This world is too crazy!

Han Qiu didn't expect that the animals are so creative and entertaining, that he became a pastor almost instantly...

"Big idiot, listen to how much everyone supports you. You must work hard and give a sigh of relief for everyone!" Zhong Yiyi stepped forward and patted Han Qiu on the shoulder vigorously: "I am optimistic about you!"

When she said this, her beautiful big eyes glared at Ye Feng intentionally or unintentionally. The intention was very obvious: the mission of killing this garbage under the care of the black whistle will be left to you!
Zhong Yiyi now feels like she is debt-free and light-hearted. She wants to prove that her goal has been achieved. The only thing she is looking forward to now is for the big idiot to defeat Ye Feng and save everyone!

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared straight at Han Qiu. The meanings in the eyes of these "circle" people are very complicated: if this guy wins, he will give the manipulator behind the scenes a hard slap in the face, making everyone Let out a bad breath, but he is also a non-professional singer, and the face of our circle still cannot be regained.

Wait...why worry about all this?Just like this guy, still want to win?It's just an international joke. Even Ouyang Feifei's perfect performance barely equaled the score with Ye Feng. Is it possible for this guy?
If this lazy guy who doesn't even participate in daily practice and is not even included in the official website wins, it will really be a miracle!

The word miracle itself means: something that is basically impossible to happen...

"Hey, go away, no one will fall asleep again today." Ye Feng showed a smug smile on his face, and satirized Han Qiu: "I hope you don't sing all the audience to sleep, my child, Good luck!"

"Hey... that... don't bring pigs up there." Director Zhang reiterated his firm attitude again.

"Hey, master, I can't do anything, you have to take care of yourself!" The chrysanthemum pig looked aggrieved, and blessed the master: "Although you can't do anything without me, but don't lose too badly. .”

Let me wipe, is there such a blessing?

But the words of the chrysanthemum pig are still reasonable. Without it, today's stage is really difficult to achieve. The "Symphony of Destiny" that was already prepared seems to be able to declare OVER.

After preparing for such a long time, but in the end it was useless at all. No wonder the old saying goes: plan is not as fast as change.If you knew this earlier, you should practice more!

But it's scum after practice, and it's useless.Thinking of this, Han Qiu couldn't help but smile wryly.

Han Qiu walked out of the backstage lounge and walked slowly towards the stage.

"Brother Xinqiu, resurrect on the spot!" The shouts became more and more uniform and deafening. This enthusiastic shout hit the drums in Han Qiu's heart, gave him the strength to move forward, and at the same time gave him a new inspiration.

Resurrection in situ!

To die and then to live!
A bold idea formed in Han Qiu's mind.

But, does this really work?Will it be self-defeating?I can't manage that much anymore!Give it a shot!
Han Qiu walked onto the stage with a stern face, and the projection on the big screen faithfully recorded his cold expression, making the atmosphere of the entire stadium stagnant.

The shouting suddenly became much quieter...

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, under the dazzling follow-up lights, Han Qiu took out a butterfly-shaped eye patch from his sports backpack as if no one else was there, and put it on solemnly.

There was an uproar.

"Damn it! At this time, you are still trying to please the public!" Zhang Dabeard felt annoyed in his heart: Fuck, to put an end to this phenomenon of his, it seems that the only way to do this is to conduct a full body search!

It's a pity that it's too late now, and he can only continue to use non-mainstream methods to attract attention.

"This guy is too unorthodox, the more he looks at it, the more humorous he is!"

"He didn't focus on singing at all. Instead, he spent all day thinking about how to impress others. First he was a pig, and now he's a blindfold!"

"I can responsibly say that this approach has no practical effect!"

A group of people in the backstage looked at Han Qiu with disdain, and at the same time their hearts sank: It seems that they can only accept their fate. This time the champion is tied with Ye Feng and Ouyang Feifei.

Haha, when that idiot comes down later, I must teach him a few words.Ye Feng felt extremely relaxed in his heart, as if the champion was a certainty.

Hey, the days of suffering are finally coming to an end!Several judges looked at each other and smiled: However, at the last moment, such a non-mainstream popped up, could it be an adjustment after nervousness?It is suggested that he not come to participate in any singer competition. With his strength, if he participates in the farce competition, he will be sure.

"You must sign up next year." The professional singers in front of the TV commented in their hearts on the level of this competition. Except for the strong combination of Ouyang Feifei and Zhong Yiyi, only Ye Feng, the one who was taken care of, won. High scores, and if they win the championship this year, they will not participate next year, so their chances are very good.

Facts have proved that non-professional ordinary student singers are vulnerable!
The reason why they are starting to count now before the game is completely over is because no one takes this guy with blindfolds seriously.

"Equipment item...Illidan's eye patch, instantly enhances the sixth sense to the extreme, temporarily blinding both eyes..."

"I have fallen into darkness, my eyes can no longer see the light, but I can pass through the infinite space and watch you silently..."

Han Qiu's heart was like a calm lake, when suddenly the autumn wind picked up and wrinkled the lonely sadness in the air.

The lights on the stage and the figures in front of the eyes are fleeting in an instant, leaving only the palpitating dark world without a trace of light.

Applause, cheers, whistles... Gradually recede, but the sharp perception that has never been seen before creates an illusion in a trance: the world is closer to oneself than ever before.

Without eyes, seeing the world with the heart is extremely clear.

Perhaps like the deaf Beethoven, in the silent world, he can feel with his heart without interference, and finally reached the peak of the music kingdom, creating a legend; Ways to better explore the breath of the devil...

But the fragile emotion deep in Illidan's heart was captured by Han Qiu.

When Zhong Yiyi put on Illidan's blindfold, it was only the ultimate improvement of her sixth sense, because she was not the real owner of the blindfold; but when Han Qiu put on the blindfold, she felt waves of resentment and sadness at the same time, as if Illidan's emotions found a spokesperson through the blindfold.

He has a desire to scream, to send out to the whole world the worries that have been hidden in his heart for thousands of years...

"The song I brought is - "Memory of Wind Whispers""

Han Qiu's voice was as cold as the Antarctic ice, but it also had a hint of evil flames, making everyone present feel excited.

"What's wrong, you idiot?" Zhong Yiyi rubbed his fingers nervously, worried.Ouyang Feifei shook her head gently: This girl...even when she came on stage, she was so worried...

Everyone in the accompanying orchestra looked at each other, what kind of song is this?

They are very proud and confident to be the official accompaniment band for the national finals. In this world, there should be few songs that they haven't heard. (Of course, the premise is that there are some well-known songs), whether it is pop songs, folk songs, or even elegant operas, there are very few that they cannot accompany.

But the song "Memory of the Wind" really posed a problem for them.

The contestants in the backstage were also stunned; while the judges kept contacting Director Zhang through headsets: "Director Zhang, how do you give the scoring criteria for songs that you haven't heard before?"

"Nonsense! It's just nonsense!" Big Beard Zhang shouted angrily: "Fuck! Damn you know your strength is not enough, and you are planning to create something?"

The audience waited for a while, but before there was any sound coming from the stage, they started cursing one by one:
"Damn, what kind of accompaniment band? After a long time, there is still no movement?"

"Is it possible? I've never heard of this song, but I feel that if the band with professional accompaniment doesn't, it won't make sense!"

The members of the band scratched their heads one by one, and said in vain: "This kid, he probably knew he was going to lose, so he made up a non-existent song title to fool him?"

"MUSIC! MUSIC!" The audience roared in unison, shaking the audience.

But the band stretched their faces one by one, full of helplessness.

"Fuck! He wants to be original, so let him sing to his heart's content, without accompaniment!" Director Zhang notified everyone including the judges and the orchestra with a headset.

"How can this be? It's shameless!" Zhong Yiyi scolded angrily: "Without accompaniment, how much will the effect be reduced?"

In the vast space of the Bird's Nest, without the magnificent and exciting music accompaniment, singing alone would have little shocking effect, which would have almost sentenced Han Qiu to death!

But Han Qiu's mood at this moment had already flown to another world.

A world full of evil and war, writing legends of sword and magic, and believing in power and destruction.

In that world, even demons have the freedom to love, but they don't have the power to love...

"Blessings never belong to the devil, even if I spend my whole life fighting for them..."

Shouting softly, it floated away from Han Qiu's mouth, filling the restless space, and the entire arena became silent for an instant, and even the air froze for it, an unprecedented sense of oppression, a magic-like feeling. Breath, blowing towards the face.

It's clearly a cappella, so why is it so powerful?
He was telling a story about Illidan Stormrage and Tyrande Whisperwind.

A voice sounded in Director Zhang’s headset:
"Murderous!"

(End of this chapter)